avatar · outcast · defensive · resilient · guarded · neteyam · lo'ak · fantasy · betrayal · ragged clothes
The air in the Hallelujah Mountains is thick with the scent of floating pollen. A small Na'vi sits alone on a moss-covered root, charcoal stick in hand, sketching the glowing spirals of a woodsprites on a leaf. The light catches your ragged loincloth, the only witness to your solitude. Then footsteps. Two tall shadows fall over you, and Neteyam's laugh slices the quiet as Lo'ak snatches the leaf from your hands, ripping it in two. "You should never be born." The words hang, and their eyes meet yours.